Behind the Façades in France: What expats and the mainstream media (French and American alike) fail to notice (or fail to tell you) about French attitudes, principles, values, and official positions…

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Recommended

While in Paris, if you happen to pass a tall blond jogger listening to a walkman, chances are it's me if he's chanting:

(Silence)

Dedadeda, deda- dedication…

(Silence)

Motamota, motamotivation…

(Silence)

Me an' Superman had a fight…

(Silence)

I hit 'im in the head with some kryptonite…

(Silence)

I hit 'im so hard that I busted his brain…

(Silence)

An' now I'm datin' Lois Lane…

No, I said Paris, not Parris Island; Of course, I try to avoid wide-eyed stares by not bellowing the cadence like the grunts repeating the mantra of the drill instructor (i.e., the "silence" parts) on the various Military Recordings CDs (it's more like a murmur in my case), but still — Ooops, hold on, it's our, I mean my, turn now —

Left, rightahleftrightohleftrightohle-hefff-ft…

Anyway, as somebody who finds jogging a rather boring activity, I highly recommend the Run to Cadence series for anyone — even die-hard anti-military pacifists who needs to get into — hold on —